Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.